once again I am suffering though a terrible period. I am sure my doctors will just tell me its fine and if I lost weight it would be better. This constant reminder that my uterus hates me and is trying to crawl out my belly button and strangle me with fellopian tubes is more than irratating… especially since I think it is trying to convince my stomach to side with it. I hurt, I ache. Vitamin I only helps so much. And I am tired. Tired of doctors not listening to me. Tired of being tired. Itired of being under seige. Walk it off they say. Its not so bad they say. 3 days every 27, I wake up and puke. That cant be normal.
Archive for July, 2009
It was raining sideways this morning on the way to work. I was actually glad and not selfconcious wearing a huge red poncho.
Did I tell you about my worlds shortest date?
I arrived. He looked me up/down and wrinkled his nose. I left.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
ok along witht everything else going on this week, my car got towed.
Ok, I am super broke. I had a terrible weekend whos highlight was a 30 mintue breakfast in Times Square … 8 hours of driving for that. Did I mention super broke?
Oh speaking of broke… Chris broke his arm. At work.
Ugh. Just when I thought things where turning up… oh and Wednesday, nothing but badness at a staff meeting.
me: dude, hope she doesnt get her hopes up on match
V: i started the conversation by talking about your online dating adventures
how you canceled one because her was hardcore REd Sox fan, and I feel that was totally fine
me: not the nazi
?
V: we were talking about recent events
i though she knew about the nazi
plus, hearing that story will keep her from EVER dating online
me: Ha!
what about the guy that took me to target to get diapers
or asked me if my boobs were real
or whats up with the dyke shoes?
or the gay guy who needed a fat girl as a beard
V: shhhhhhhhhhh
me: or the guy who just got out of prison!
or the guy who “emergency phone called me”
or the “I thought you would be shorter” guy
or jackhammer man
or the guy who “forgot his wallet”
or the guy who just wanted to get maaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrried
V: that is not specific to online dating
you might have run into crazies regardless of the online thing
me: this is true
but
she should be warned
heh
oh and she should also be warned that guys on online dating are shallow and stupid
just like in real life
just quantified better online
“what do you mean I have been viewed 560 times and no one has emailed me, not even a wink”
thats fun
V: i am looking forward to stories
and still waiting for you to write your book
you know, with all that spare time you have.
No stabbing. No Mugging. No barf on me. But Baby getting tattoo. Saw Wrestler Penis. Saw Fight. Almost Punched someone.
People seem to have a bad opinion of Brockton. Its really not that bad.
I came home from visiting the suburbs and my house smells like brownies, and is filled with bouncy balls. Most importantly, my paper is as done as its going to get until Sunday. Things could be much worse. : )
doing paper. bleeding from crotch. being kinda emo. Braces tightened. Still living in cloud city. ugh. Never trust lando.
